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- # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.
Lo here weeps HECVBA, here PRIAM dies,
Here manly HECTOR faints, here TROYLVs found;
Here friend by friend in bloudie channel lies:
And friend to friend giues vnaduised wounds,
And one mans lust thefe manie liues confounds.
, Had doting PRIAM check this sons desire,
TROY had bin bright with Fame, & not with fire.
Here feelingly she weeps TROYES painted woes,
For sorrow, like a beauie hanging Bell,
Once set on ringing, with his own waight goes,
Then little strength rings out the dolefull knell,
So LVCRECE set a worke, sad tales doth tell
To pencel'd pensuenees, & colour'd sorrow, (row,
She lends them words, & she their looks doth bor-
Shee throwes her eyes about the painting round,
And who shee finds forlorne, shee doth lament:
At last shee fees a wretched image bound,
That piteous lookes, to Phrygian sheapheards lent,
His face though full of cares, yet shew'd content,
Onward to TROY with the blunt swains he goes,
So mild that patience seem'd to scorne his woes.
ll. 1485—1505
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